Iman doesn't meet her gaze, can't bear to look at it. She stares into the middle distance, her mouth set in a grim line.

"Oh," she says. What, he thinks he can fix it? Like it's just a little glitch, a minor issue? Fuck.

"I, um," she murmurs distractedly, looking around the room, everything looking strangely distant, Greta feeling much further away than she really is - Iman feels like she's sinking, like if she reaches out to touch anything it won't be there. She feels trapped. Distant reflexive instinct bubbles up and she says, "Are you okay?" on autopilot. Forces herself to look at Greta to match the question. She looks so concerned, so gentle, it makes her want to writhe back and hide forever.